Neesha was in a deep sleep. She stayed alone in her house. She heard a sound at her door. It wasn’t her dream. It did not sound like a decent knock. It sounded as if somebody slapped at the door. She woke up with a start and sprang up to the door to open it.
The dawn gave way for a clear, bright day. There was nobody but, Neesha at her doorstep. Her face was a portrait delivering mild irritation. She felt lazy and dragged herself back into her room. Her brain was still asleep and failed to recognize the scenario. She closed the door and picked her bed sheet and started folding it. That was when Neesha heard the same noise again…tender annoyance spread across her face. She opened the door one more time…it was the same no-show. Her anger rose slightly. When she was about to close her door, a feeble sound of a giggle from a tender voice reached her ears. Neesha was completely awake then. Her anger and irritation were off in a flash. Her face broke into a broad smile. She knew who it was. But remained silent. She stepped forward with soft inaudible footsteps. She crossed her veranda and reached the wall that stood independently between her house and her neighbor’s. A stealthy peek onto the other side of the wall. GOTCHAAA!!!
It was him. The boy, who Neesha admired and adored to the core. He was Milan. Having been caught unexpectedly, Milan’s face bore the expression of pure shock and thrill. For some strange reason, Milan was feeling shy and exhibited it through his excited eyes, which was equally big as Neesha’s. He coyly looked at her with his mouth half open, resembling a character from Disney world. Neesha loved it. She grabbed him by his waist and lifted him to kiss him on his cheeks. Getting lost in the warmth of the kissing, Milan closed his eyes and felt the kiss deep from within. It was a great admiration to look at the three year old enjoying the twenty one year old’s kiss. Neesha’s eyes didn’t spare a gaze at Milan, who looked down at her shoulder and played with her unkempt hair, wrapping it around his tiny forefinger. His shyness did not seem to abandon his face.
Neesha kissed the boy again and left him down. She knew she was running out of time and told the boy that she would be back after shower. It’s just an hour left for Neesha to be in her office. She moved animatedly inside her tiny abode, getting all her stuff ready. She was particular about being in her office on time. She hated her office, which she would describe as a hell filled with ruthless monsters. The thought of her office ambiance and her employers and co-workers would be sufficient to agitate Neesha’s good mood and fuel her fury. She was back from her shower. Forty minutes left. She dressed up, brushed her hair and left it loose. A portion of it dangled to the front over one of her shoulders. She packed her bag and came out of her room running hurriedly to put on her footwear.
Recognizing the sound, Milan stormed out of his house and rushed to reach Neesha before she leaves. Neesha was in an irate mood, thinking of her office. She just moved some ten yards out from her house. Milan ran towards Neesha, calling out, “Neesha chechi!!!…Neesha chechi!!!”. Neesha turned around with a reaction that defined that she had forgotten something significant. She ran towards him, who pulled her down to his height. Neesha knelt before him. Milan held her shoulders with his soft little palms. She cupped his face by his jaw line with both her hands and kissed him nonstop on his cheeks, forehead, tiny nose, big eyes and chin. She looked at Milan, waiting for him to react. His flawless face wore the same never-fading broad smile. Still holding her like before, Milan kissed the same way as Neesha. When he was done, he stood smiling with a hesitation. With a gasp and with his eyes shut hard, he performed a momentary magic that made Neesha forget all her tensions. He kissed her on her lips in a rush. A little passionate kiss, the best kiss, quite defining all his love for her. Neesha was surprised, as she looked at Milan, with his eyebrows arched up and gazing at her with his eyes sparkling with a blend of love and thrill. He appeared to control his delirious enthusiasm with his face emanating cherubic innocence. Neesha kissed him again on his eyes and set off to work. After passing a distance of twenty yards. She turned around, waved her hand at Milan and blew a kiss. A frenzied Milan’s smile broadened and eyes widened. He continued waving his hand frantically till she disappeared completely from his view.